Now is not the time to discuss a full assault; a great crisis is rapidly approaching.
Mu Yuan closed his eyes, pressing his thumb against his brow as he furrowed his brow in thought, simulating possible scenarios that might unfold next.
Seeing this, Isloa stood quietly to the side, watching the contemplative man.
Mu Yuan was deep in thought.
Although the Sky Rift disaster was beyond expectation, he wasn't without contingency plans for overwhelming calamities and surges of formidable enemies.
He had considered, if Ice Burial Duke were to arrive unrestricted in the Battle Zone, how should he respond?
He had imagined, if from the northern Red Mist Land a new batch of monster legends emerged, one Grand Duke of the Hunt after another, how should he counter them?
The strategies for resistance,
three months ago, two months ago, one month ago, and now, were all different.
"The cards in my hand are..."
Mu Yuan opened his eyes, no longer confused.
At that moment,
"Bang——"
